kokuyoyo: (Apparently I kept telling people I was)
Chikusa ([personal profile] kokuyoyo) wrote in [community profile] badliifechoiice2 2016-09-14 04:13 am (UTC)

I'm good for it!

If something like this is strange, Chikusa doesn’t see how it could be. Ever since they first met Mukuro, this juxtaposition has been a vital part of their lives: that soft lilting tone completely at ease with the world and any difficulties it might try to create, echoing in a room full of carnage and bloodshed. After all these years, it’s no longer something to be concerned about in Chikusa or Ken’s eyes. Instead, in some bizarre twist, it’s a reassuring thing to hear. Sitting there in the softly running water, eyes closed, Chikusa lets Mukuro’s voice take over his senses.

The nudge snaps him out of it, his eyelids fluttering open, and he’s nodding automatically before he’s even processed the words. “Yes, Maestro.” He’s not, actually. A greedy part of him wants this to be their eternity, serene expanse and nothing but one another (and others like Ken, of course). This is all he’s ever wanted, Chikusa suspects. Their pursuit of revenge has always been spearheaded by Mukuro, followed by Ken the ever loyal hunting dog, and Chikusa has let himself get swept up in it because it’s what both of them want.

But him? He wants this. He wants them.

God, he’s so tired.

Before the illusion can fade away to leave them in harsh reality again, however, he reaches over to lay his hand upon Mukuro’s arm. “I won’t cause a problem like this for you again, Maestro.” It’s a promise, as much as he can afford to make such a thing. All he has in this world is Mukuro and Ken. For something to take him away from them, to try and turn him against them… He won’t let it happen.

He’d sooner die, first.

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